#hunterwritings

↳ 𝐁𝐢-𝐡𝐚𝐧

i have a firm belief that this man is extremely touch-starved

Bi-han would never admit that he's touch-starved, in words at least

Physical affection is something Bi-han doesn't like to show in public, unless he is extremely stressed or he's trying to let someone else know that you're with him. If he sees Johnny playfully flirting with you, oh you better believe his hands are all over you. "C'mon gorgeous, you're made for the big screen! I bet millions of other people would agree with me, would make a lot of money in the box office too." Johnny smirked as he leaned back against his chair looking up at you. "Uh huh, very funny Cage." You rolled your eyes. Before Johnny could continue his hopeless flirting, you feel a cold hand wrap around you waist. You turn your head to see Bi-han standing behind you, he pulls you closer and lies his chin on your shoulder with his eyes glaring at Johnny. Oh if looks could kill, Johnny would be a dead man. "Woah there Blueberry Icee! I mean no harm!" He laughs and holds his hands up in defense. Bi-han just grumbles in response as he pulls you away from Johnny and walks away with you, his hands never leaving your waist.

Another scenario with Bi-han being very touchy, is when the two of you are lying down to go to sleep. This time in Bi-han's eyes is one of the best times of the day for him. It's the time when he doesn't have to keep that powerful aura to be a good leader, he can wind down and just relax with you in his arms. He holds your head close to his chest as he wraps his arms around your body. He has one of his hands caressing your head as he looks down at you, admiring everything about you. He wishes he could hold you like this forever and protect you from any harm that ever comes your way.

↳ 𝐊𝐮𝐚𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠

Kuai Liang is the type of person to see that he is touch-starved until he meets you.

When you two are together, he now sees how much he wants to hold you, to kiss you, to hold you in his arms. He would give anything to have you near him at all times.

Of course he wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable in any way, so he might hold back on wrapping his arms around you or kissing you in public at times. Until you tell him it's okay, then he wouldn't even dream of removing his hands from you.

He loves walking hand-in-hand with you, to feel your cold hand against his warm skin. It was the embodiment of relief to him.

There are many moments when you will be doing everyday tasks and Kuai Liang will just come up and hold you.

You stood at the edge of the stove, cooking dinner for you and your husband when you felt two warm hands wrap around your waist. A chuckle escaped your lips as you felt him lie his head on your shoulder, softly leaning against your head. "Do you need any help, my love?" He asks as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. "No, honey, I'm alright." You smile and lean your head against his. He smiled and pulled his head back to press his forehead against your shoulder as his large arms tightened around your waist. "You don't have to stay here with me if you don't want to." You reminded him, bringing one of your hands behind you to lie on top of his soft hair. "I know." He quietly responds. You can't help but turn around and face him. You reach your arms up to wrap around his shoulder as he never moves his arms from your waist. The look he gives you is pure awe, as if he had never seen anything so angelic in his life. He could never get tired of looking at you. You pull him close to you and press a sweet kiss to his lips, hearing him sigh of relief as soon as kissed him. He could never be stressed as long as he knew you were around.

↳ 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

Tomas is a bit more shy when it comes to his relationship, it takes him a while to confess to his partner and even longer to initiate physical affection with you. He wants to hold his partner in his arms for all of eternity if he could, he wants to always keep you near him.

Tomas is almost like a lost animal, he wants to follow you around everywhere you go.

He likes the idea of being near you to protect you and show other people that you are with him. Though, most of the time it might have to be you that initiates physical affection while in public.

When the two of you are very close, it would be easier for him to hold you and touch you without feeling anxious.

He likes to caress your face and analyze every single detail of it. Every freckle, every scar, every color, he doesn't care, he just loves every single detail about you. There will be many times when the two of you are talking and Tomas would hold your face in his hands as he tried his best to listen to you.

You sat at one of the dining tables, sitting next to Tomas with your chair facing his as you held a small notebook with your training plans for the new initiates. "I was thinking of starting to train them at dusk and then continue throughout the day." You started to explain, looking down at your notebook. Tomas's eyes were dead set on you as he leaned his head against the palm of his hand, his arm resting against the wooden table. His eyes scanned your face as you spoke, trying his hardest to listen to your words but all he could focus on was your face. "Tomas, I feel like you're not listening to me." You raise your eyebrow at him as he silently snaps back into reality. "I am listening to you." He quietly says, reaching his hand up to lie on the side of your face, his thumb caressing over your cheek. "Really? Then what did I just say?" You smile, reaching your hand up to lie on top of his. "Um.." He trails off before the two of you laugh. "I'm sorry, it's so hard when you are this beautiful." He says as he reaches down to your chair and pulls you even closer to him. Now both of his hands rest on either side of your face as he presses his forehead against yours. "I wish I could stay like this forever." He whispers as he exhales deeply. "Maybe there will be a time when we can." You smile before leaning into him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

↳ 𝐁𝐢-𝐡𝐚𝐧 A sigh escaped your lips as you sat on your bed, an old book in your hand. The other hand was softly holding onto Bi-han's hair as he laid his head in your lap. The Grandmaster was tired and relaxed by lying in your lap and having his big arms wrap over your thighs. You smiled at the needy action, knowing that he would only do something like this behind closed doors. You hummed to the soft music coming from your vinyl player, it was always nice to have some background music on whenever you were going about your day. Bi-han felt as if he could lay here for eternity, as if all his stress would melt away as you played with his hair. He sat there for a while basking in the feeling, before he heard a familiar song playing on the vinyl. He sat up quickly, almost convincing you that something was wrong. He made his way over to the record player and started messing with the volume. "Oh, you turning off my music?" You chuckled, lying the book down in your lap. He didn't respond, instead, he actually turned the music volume up so that you could hear the song clearly. You knew this song. Bi-han knew this song. It was the song played on your wedding night. You had always assumed that Bi-han had forgotten or just chosen to move forward instead of dwell on the past. That is until he turns around to greet you with soft eyes. "You remember this?" You ask. "Of course." He bluntly responded.

A smile appears on your lips as you look up at him, who walks to the corner of the bed to grab ahold of your hand. He slowly pulls until you stand up, grabbing your other hand with his. He holds up both of your palms against his before slowly interlacing his fingers with your own. Dark brown eyes peer down at you before leaning in to press a sweet, meaningful kiss to your lips; his hands move from yours to hold onto your waist. Your hands reach up behind his head and hold onto it tightly as he kissed you with passion. This was almost shocking for Bi-han, you knew he could get needy from time to time, but this was more than just that. He pulls away from your lips to press his forehead against yours, a deep sigh leaving his lips. He reaches one of his cold hands up to hold your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat. To your surprise, he began swaying as he held you. "Is this a dance?" You softly asked, not wanting to seem like you were laughing at him because you didn't want to diminish his feelings. He just hummed in response, you could feel the vibrations on his chest.

The two of you swayed there for a minute before Bi-han took a deep breath before speaking.

"There are some things I cannot say with words." He says and you swear you can hear his heart beat faster. You knew what he was trying to tell you, trying to tell you that he loves you without actually saying it. "You don't have to." You say pulling away from his chest to look him in the eyes. "I know." You add with a soft smile that he returns, a rare site. You conceal the fact with a soft kiss to his lips once again.

↳ 𝐊𝐮𝐚𝐢 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠

A strong smell of some sort of cooking filled the air as you walked into the temple. Your eyebrows furrowed as you wondered who could be cooking right now. You followed the smell to the kitchen of the the temple, to see Kuai Liang standing there, cooking some that smelled delicious.

"Kuai Liang?" You said with a surprised smile on your face. He turned around and his face instantly lit up the second he saw you, almost dropping the food he was holding. "My love." He breathes out before walking up to you and engulfing you in a warm embrace, practically lifting you up off the floor. You giggle at his actions as he pressed multiple kisses to your lips and neck. "What are you doing cooking dinner?" You ask. He turns around to see the food he was making and back to you with a smile on his face. "Well I knew you were going to be tired once you were done with your training, so I thought I'd give you a nice, warm meal." He explains, holding tightly onto your hips as he pulled your bodies closer together. "Oh Kuai Liang, I promised to cook for you tonight." You say as he shakes his head. "No, no please, I can already see that you are tired." He says. He wasn't wrong, you had been training for the most part of the day and you were tired, but you still would've cooked for him. "Well then I will help you finish making the meal." You add, trying to still adhere to your previous promise. "No need, it is already done. I thought to start it early so that you wouldn't have to wait for your meal." He smiles and you gaze at him with adoration. What could you have done to get such a perfect man?

"By the Elder Gods, how can you be so perfect?" You ask as you scan his facial features, taking in how every part of his face is perfectly sculpted. "Please, you are perfection incarnate. A goddess walking amongst us, all I can do is worship you." His words were almost like they were written by the gods themselves. He truly treated you as if you were an all-powerful deity and refused to accept any other treatment less than that. All you could do was shake your head with the largest smile on your face and warmness in your cheeks. You looked down, almost flustered by his words. He reached his hand underneath your chin and raised your head to face your eyes. A wide smile plastered on his face before he pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your lips, a much longer kiss than the ones before. This was a kiss full of passion, to show that he meant every word of previous statement. You knew that you were going to end up repaying him in the future, one way or the other.

↳ 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

Your eyebrows tightly furrowed together and a sigh fell from your breath as you entered the living area of the temple. Stress had clouded your mind, you knew you had many things to get done and it seemed like you had no time. You knew it was irrational but it would still manage to bring you down, almost ruin your day completely. You pushed through the door to your shared bedroom and felt saddened when you noticed that Tomas was not there.

Your sadness was short-lived once you heard your name excitedly being called behind you. You turn to see Tomas standing in the doorway with a large smile on his lips. "Oh, Tomas." Relief fills your voice as you rush up to him and engulf him in a hug, almost pouring your bodyweight into his arms completely. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you." You speak into his chest as he wraps his arms around you and tightly squeezes. "I'm sure the feeling is mutual." He laughs. You also knew how much Tomas missed you during the day, he was practically attached at the hip to you.

"I am exhausted." You say as you look up to him. "Can we please rest early?" He smiles at your request, holding one of his hands at the back of your head.

"Agh!" The sound of a thud echoes as you watch your son hit the floor.

You had your arms crossed as you watched him and another child sparring. Training to be a warrior of the Lin Kuei was not an easy thing to watch for a mother.

You knew your child was strong, having both his father's strength and your own, but it was still hard for you to watch. Your eyes peer to the side to see Bi-han standing next to you, watching closely at his child. You couldn't tell what he was thinking behind those piercing eyes: Was he worried about your son getting hurt? Or was he mentally ridiculing him for not being able to fight better? Either way, you knew you'd never get a straight answer from him.

An exhale escapes your mouth as you turn your attention back to your son, he had gotten the upper hand and was able to pin down his opponent until he was incapacitated.

"Stop." Bi-han said firmly, watching as both the boys let go of each other and stand up back in their starting positions. You saw that both of them were sweaty and had small scratches on their faces and small drops of blood on their knuckles.

"(S/N) wins. You will continue on with this training at dusk." He explains as the boys bow in front of each other before being dismissed.

You watch as your son turned to his father with hope in his eyes, and all Bi-han did was give him a small nod before walking away. Light in his eyes faded as his face fell and you thought you could hear the sound of your heart breaking. "(S/N) you did so well!" You compliment him as you walk up to him and kneel down in front of him.

He avoided your eyes, keeping his gaze down to the ground. You could practically feel the disappointment on his face. "It's okay honey, you did very good." You try to reassure him, pulling him into a hug.

"Now let's go and get you some food and I'll help patch this up." You say pulling away from him and gesturing at the small cuts on his hands. He just nods and keeps his eyes down. You stand back to your feet and he reaches up and grabs your hand tightly.

Some time passes and you manage to patch up his small injuries and feed him dinner before tucking him into bed. Once he's lying down, you quietly leave his room and make your way over to your shared room with Bi-han. You found him fumbling to take off his arm gauntlets as he just lifted his gaze to meet yours before turning back down to his arms.

"Bi-han." You speak. He doesn't respond.

"Bi-han." You spoke louder now crossing your arms.

He finally averts his attention to you and bitterly asks, "What have I done now?" Oh boy

You raise your eyebrows at him, your mouth slightly agape. You knew you didn't have to say anything, Bi-han knew what he had done wrong. He sighs deeply while looking down and turns to you and gives you a dejected look. Your gaze could burn a hole through his head if you had stared any harder. "There is something you want to talk about?' He asks, much softer this time.

"Yes, there is." You bluntly answer.

"You cannot treat your child this way, he walks around believing that his father has no appreciation for him." Your words were like poison to him, you knew that he felt guilt by the way he turned away and tried to avoid your eyes. You stepped closer to him, not allowing him to avoid you.

"Do you wish for him to grow up believing that his father doesn't love him?" That struck a nerve. "No." He says, turning to face you. By the look on his face, you could tell that the thought alone had hurt him. He had memories flying in his mind of how he felt towards his own father, how he vowed to never let his child feel the same way he did.

"That should not even be a question, he should know that already - it should be common knowledge!" He argues, trying to defend himself while also mentally cursing himself out.

"It is not common knowledge to him, he is a young boy. He cannot just assume that you love him, he has to be shown love and compassion, Bi-han." You explain, lying one of your hands on his cold cheek. "It is hard for you to say that, I know, but you must try. It is the least he deserves." Your voice was soft now, no longer arguing.

His expression had changed; what was once defensive and angry, was now sad and full of shame. it wasn't your intention to hurt him, but you had to let him know or else this behavior would just continue.

"You are a good father, Bi-han. You care about your family more than anything and you would go to the ends of the Earth to protect (S/N), let him know that. Trust me, he will be grateful. I know you want him to be a powerful fighter, if anything, your praise will make him even stronger." Your words must've impacted Bi-han, who was now looking down to the floor. His face was cradled by your hands, you could almost see a gloss going over his eyes from the way the moonlight fell on his face.

Before he could respond, you heard something moving around your door. Instinctively, the two of you whipped your heads around to look at the door, not seeing anything strange in particular. Until you see a small hand wrap around the edge of the door and small eyes peering from behind the cracked door. You chuckled in relief, lying your hands on your hips as you look at him.

"You are seen, young one." He pushes the door open and walks into your room. "Grandmaster." He stops and bows in front of Bi-han before standing back up. "You are supposed to be in bed." Bi-han advises, his normal cold exterior now posing as a cover-up for his vulnerability showing through just a moment ago.

"I know, I'm sorry father, I just - um." Your son struggled to get the words out, keeping his eyes down as he fidgeted with his fingers.

"Are you having trouble sleeping?" You ask softly as he nods. "Aw honey, was it a nightmare?" He looks up at Bi-han, not wanting to seem cowardly in front of him. He doesn't answer you but you know that he must've had a bad dream.

"Here, we'll come put you back in bed, okay?" You softly say as you reach out your hand and he tightly grabs ahold of it. You begin to walk him out of the room, looking back over your shoulder to Bi-han and urging him to follow you. He almost hesitates before eventually following you.

You make your way to his room and he crawls back into his bed. You pull up the sheets for him before sitting on the edge of his bed next to him. Bi-han stays in the doorway, as if he didn't know how to continue or he didn't want to do anything wrong.

"You don't have to feel bad for coming to find us if something is wrong, know that." You tell him as he nods. You lean in and give him a soft kiss on his head. "We love you very much, (S/N)." You add as you hold his head in your hand. A large smile spreads across his lips as he looks up at you.

Your head turns over your shoulder. "Bi-han?" You only say his name, but he's smart enough to know what you are asking. He takes a deep breath before going to the other side of his bed and sitting down. Your son's face dropped, thinking that he may be in trouble for something.

Bi-han kept his eyes down on the bed, looking up at you and back down to the bed. "(S/N)." He starts, finally looking up to give his son eye contact. He takes another inhale and exhale, trying to stall and be able to find the right words. "You are a good fighter." He starts, unable to keep the eye contact and constantly looking down. Your son's expression changes from worried to beaming, you can practically feel him healing already.

"You train to become a strong warrior, it is why you are always fighting. You have shown a lot of progress and it is gratifying to know that you have been learning all this time. I have no doubt that you will become one of the best members of the Lin Kuei." He finishes, looking to you as if he is asking, 'was that okay?'.

He looks back to his son, whos eyes are full of happiness and he has a large smile plastered on his lips. Bi-han looked down with a small smile on his face. Then, your son sat up from under the covers and wrapped his arms around his father's neck and hold him in a close hug. Bi-han's hands reached up at held him closely. As he hugged his child, Bi-han peered over to you with a relief-filled smile on his face. You knew this was healing for both of them, your son has positive reinforcement from his father and Bi-han knows that his child still loves him. He pulled away from the hug and brought a small kiss to the top of his son's head as you did earlier before he crawled back under the covers and laid his head on the pillow, his expression still full of light. "Goodnight, my love." You say before both you and Bi-han stand up from his bed and walk out, closing the door behind you.

"See? Doesn't that feel better?"

Before you could even look up at him, his arms are wrapped around you, holding you so tight you thought he might break your ribcage. You felt the shakiness of his hands wrapped around you torso and felt his chest heaving up and down against yours. "I don't want him to feel resent towards me, as I did my father." His voice was shaky, like he had been holding that fear in. "He won't, Bi-han. He's infatuated with you, he looks to you for approval." You explain, holding his head closely.

You knew this had changed something in him, a problem he had silently be ignoring. It made you happy, knowing how much he cared and now knowing that he will put extra effort into making his love known.

Although he has a cold exterior, Bi-han's morals and values actually do make him an extremely attentive partner.

He is a traditional man with the principle that he must protect his partner at all costs. He can seem 'possessive' but in reality it is just him being protective. Bi-han has a deep fear of losing what is close to him, so he will go to great measures to ensure that will never happen.

His partner will never lift a finger when he is around, he is always going out of his way to provide for them. Bi-han isn't good a expressing his emotions through words, he much prefers performing actions for his partner. Even if it is something as simple as cooking dinner, cleaning up a bit or even just carrying something small.

I also fully believe that once he finds a partner and falls in love with them, he full on worships them. Everything they do is a work of art and will defend their every action with his full chest. If anyone dare say anything bad about you/your opinion, he's ready to not only argue their heads off, he will fight them. This man is prepared to go to war for his partner.

He does have a short temper, so sometimes he will get frustrated easily. But he would never yell at his partner. Sometimes he will jokingly call them names or roll his eyes at them in the early days of a relationship, but as the bond continues further he would even have the thought of saying something like that to his partner in seriousness. In fact, his partner is something that would be able to calm him down. Whenever he realizes that he is losing his temper, he will seek out his partner and feel instant relief once they begin to reassure him that everything is fine.

𝐁𝐢-𝐡𝐚𝐧

Bi-han is a man who cannot sleep without holding you.

His most preferred cuddle position is spooning. Most of the time he is the large spoon, he likes to feel like he's protecting you while you lay together. Anytime he's able to wrap his arms around your figure, he's happy.

He loves being able to hold his head in the crook of your neck and pull himself even closer to you. Every now and then pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulders.

Rarely he will let you be the big spoon for him; it would have to be a time when he is extremely stressed or has had a long day. He'll fall into bed after taking off his arm gauntlets and the top part of his uniform. Once you make it to your room, you're surprised by the Grandmaster lying in your bed, already asleep and hearing small snores come from his mouth. All you could do was laugh, getting ready for bed yourself. You sit down on the edge of the bed and crawl under the sheets, reaching your hands up and softly drawing circles over his bare back. You hear a deep inhale and exhale come from his nose, showing that he wasn't quite fully asleep yet. "Long day for you?" You quietly ask, snaking your arms around his bare abdomen, lying your palms flat on his chest. He hums in response, pulling one of your hands up to his mouth to press a kiss to your knuckles. "Aw Grandmaster, you deserve your rest." You pressing your forehead into his back muscles. "I can rest now with you here." He says softly, gripping your hand tightly. You smile into his skin, pressing a soft kiss against his shoulder before the two of you drift off to sleep.

𝐊𝐮𝐚𝐢 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠

Kuai Liang doesn't have a specific preference for how you lay with each other, he's happy enough to be holding you.

One position he does like a lot is when he is embracing you. When the two of you are facing each other and you have your head against his chest while he holds you close in his arms. He wants you to be able to feel his heartbeat, to know that he's right here for whatever you need. You are a being to be worshipped by him and he is here to give you absolutely anything you desire. He loves being able to hold your head close into his chest and kiss the top of your hair as he whispers how much he loves you. Kuai Liang is definitely a romantic. "You have no idea how much this means to me, (Y/N). How much you mean to me." He whispers, running his hand up and down the crevices of your back as his other hand lies softly on top of your head. You smile into his chest before pulling back to look up into his eyes. "I just hope you know just how much I love you." He speaks softly, gazing into your eyes, moving his hand from the top of your head to the side of your face, moving his thumb across your cheek. You reached your hand up to hold over his as you pressed a kiss to the rough callouses of his hands. "I love you too Kuai Liang." You tell him before he leans forward and captures you in a deep kiss, one full of pure love and passion. Kuai Liang could stay in this moment forever if he had to, it would be his dying wish.

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

Tomas loves the idea of pleasing you. How ever you want to cuddle with him, he will happily oblige.

He also doesn't have a preference for what position the two of you lie in, his main goal is making sure you are comfortable.

He loves lying down with you in bed to watch a show/movie and holding you as you the two of you laugh at the scenes. One of the positions you find yourselves in most often is Tomas with his back against the headboard and you leaning against his chest, your arms snaked around his muscular waist.

A laugh will escape his lips as you two are watching, every now and then he'll lean down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

When he wants to sleep, he absolutely loves lying in between your legs with his head on your chest. Although Tomas is a big man, he knows how to hold himself over you comfortably without hurting you. He would give anything to lie with you for eternity, to feel your hands entangle in his hair as he feels the skin of your stomach against his cheek.

You knew that Bi-han was hot-headed, ironically. You knew that he liked to fight and even though he would most likely win, he would still have battle scars.

It was something you expected, but never looked forward to. Bi-han has a problem being vulnerable and asking for help, so whenever he would get injured in battle he would do his best to hide it from you. Sometimes he'd get away with it and you'd eventually find out after the fact, but sometimes he's a bad liar.

It was the middle of the night when Bi-han stumbled into the temple, his brothers at his side. "Please brother, let us-" Tomas began before Bi-han shut him down. "I can deal with my own wounds." He beckons as he pushes them off and begins walking to your bedroom, holding a hand at his side. "He will be fine Tomas, the pain of us helping him would cause more damage than the wound itself." Kuai Liang reassures his younger brother as they turn and return to their own rooms to rest.

A small groan falls from Bi-han's lips as he rips the mask off his face, his teeth grinding together. He swiftly opened the door of your shared bedroom, trying his best to not wake you. As he quietly shuts the door, he turns back to see you sleeping peacefully on your side of the bed. A sigh of relief fell from his mouth at the sight of you, just knowing you were safe was enough to put him at ease.

His eyes darted to the bathroom, thinking that he could make his way there and clean up, while being quiet enough to not wake you. Bi-han would be lying if he said it wasn't difficult with the large wound at his side, but he would rather die than admit that. He took a breath before slowly beginning to walk towards the bathroom, a small wince caught in his teeth as his hand shot to his side.

As if you had super sonic hearing, you tossed in bed and turned your body to face him as your eyes slowly begin to open. Once you saw the shadowy figure in the dark, you quickly sat up. As you realized it was Bi-han, your heart began to relax for a moment. "I didn't think you were going to be so late." You whisper, still half asleep. "We ran into some trouble, it was a quick fight." He bluntly tells you, relieved you weren't able to see his wounded body in the dark. His relief is quickly gone when you reach over and turn on the soft light next to your bed. Your eyes instinctively shut as you held a hand over your eyes and try your best to focus on Bi-han. When your eyes adjust as best they could, you finally noticed the dark red on his blue uniform.

"What happened!?" You ask, now awake and pushing the covers off of your body.

Bi-han just groans before quickly walking into the bathroom. He tries to shut the door on you, but you quickly make your way into the bathroom.

"Are you okay?" You ask with your eyes glued on his wound. "I am fine." He hissed, keeping his gaze away from you. "Clearly not." You said, a bit of anger setting in.

You pushed him back and made him sit down on the edge of the tub. You turned to grab a small bit of bandages and stitching kits from under your counter. You crouched down next to him as he exhaled deeply. His hands reached down and tried to take the needles from you but you pulled your hands away from him.

"Stop." You began to open up the sewing kit. "I can dress my own wounds, go back to sleep." He tries to demand. You look up and give him a sour look before gripping his shirt. "Take it off." You demanded as you pulled up on the upper part of his uniform.

He reluctantly abides, knowing that you are too stubborn to let him do this on his own. Now with his skin exposed, you could see the wound in full. It was a large cut from his upper ribcage down to the side of his lower abdomen. "Bi-han." You breathe out as you touch the skin around the wound, feeling dried blood around it.

"You act as if I am fragile." He snarls, still looking away from you. "I know you are not fragile which is why this is a bit much, but I knw you will be fine." You nod before pouring a bit of alcohol on a rag before dressing his wound. The alcohol on the wound causes Bi-han to wince loudly as he tightly grabs hold of your leg as you stood next to him.

"Do not treat me like a child." He shakes his head, his eyes tightly pressed together. "I am not treating you like a child, I'm treating you like my husband. It is my job to worry about you, to want to help you." You explain, feeling his grip on your leg soften as he finally turns to look at you. "I know you do not want my help even when you need it, but I am always here to provide it. Because I wish for you to be safe and not in pain, just as I hope you'd like that for me." You hold his face in your hands as he looks up at you, his cold demeanor completely faded as soft eyes stare at yours.

"I would freeze the world over to keep you safe."

A soft smile goes across your lips before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, pulling away and pressing your forehead to his.

"How could you let something like this happen?!"

Miguel was seething; Miles swears he could almost see smoke coming out of his ears. The spider teens had almost disrupted another canon event and almost caused the universe to collapse.

"Listen Miguel, I know the kids made some mistakes but, that's exactly what they were! Mistakes!" Peter B. Parker tried to reason with him, with his hands stretched out and a stupid smile on his face.

"You want to put the fate of the multiverse on a goddamn mistake? I will not risk that." Miguel fired back.

"To be honest, I don't know what the big deal is, they ended up fixing it." Peter added. Miguel snapped his head around to face him, his eyes would be burning holes through him if looks could kill.

"No Peter, you don't understand the importance of this! And clearly, neither do you all!" He said, gesturing towards the teens. "It just shows that you are just as responsible as a child! So Peter, do yourself a favor, and shut the hell up." Miguel had venom laced in his words.

"Ooo...kay." Peter responded, shaking his head and pursing his lips together.

"Miguel, we know that we made mistakes and we are sorry, it will never happen again." Gwen tried to apologize genuinely to him.

"Uh, I don't apologize actually, I see nothin' wrong with what we did-" Hobie protested, Pavitr elbowed him to signal him to stop.

"You all know exactly what we do here, you know the importance of keeping everything in line. I'm this close to kicking you all out of Spider Society!" He yells, showing his fingers pinched together.

"You can't kick us out if we all quit!" Hobie laughs.

"Hobie!" Gwen snaps her head around at him.

"I- I- I can't even deal with you right now!" Miguel holds his pointer finger and thumb to his temples as he turns his back to them.

Just then, you swing in from the other side of him and jump down to land next to him. "Hi Miguel." You smile as he turns to look at you.

"Gracias a Dios [thank god], I'm so glad you're here (Y/N)." He seemed to have relief flow into his body as he reached over a pulled you into his chest. You chuckled in surprise from the sudden affection as he tightly wraps his arms around your shoulders. "Felt like I was about to lose it in a couple more seconds." He whispers into your ear.

"Well luckily, I showed up right on time then." You giggle as he lets you go and you look up at him with a smile.

"You have no idea." He smirked and shook his head.

"Oh thank god you're here (Y/N), I was afraid he was gonna start biting soon!" Peter laughed as you turned around to face the group. Miguel stared him down.

"Soo, what's going on here?" You curiously ask.

"Trying to have a serious conversation with people who have no respect for what we do around here." He snaps to them.

"Don't look at me! I wasn't even there, I'm just trying to stand up for the kids!" Peter says, holding his hands up in defense. Miguel just groans and shakes his head.

"Oh Miguel, maybe you should go a little easy on them." You say, walking up to him. He rests his hands on your hips and sighs when you lie your hand on his cheek. "I mean, we should be happy that no one got hurt and the universe is still intact." you smile at him and he matches your smile.

He hums in response. "Plus, I think this lecture will scare them enough to where this shouldn't happen again." You add.

"You'd be surprised how many of these talks I've had." He scoffs and smirks.

You laughed loudly. "Just remember they're kids and they're trying their best." You smiled and he nodded. "Be easy on them." You added.

"I will." He said softly.

You grinned before leaning up and pulling his neck down to pull him into a sweet kiss. You felt him smile against your lips as he hummed. You pulled away and smiled at him before hearing a beeping on your watching.

"Oh, I've got a situation going on in my universe." You say tapping the hologram on your wrist.

"You need any help with it?" Miguel asks, ready to leave in a second if asked him to.

"No, it's nothing major, don't worry. It shouldn't take that long, I should be back before dinner." You say, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before turning and walking the other way.

"Oh! Maybe I'll grab some food from that Italian place we always go to!" You say, walking backwards to face him and smiling widely while opening up a portal behind you.

"Sounds like a good plan, my love." He agrees with a smile.

You chuckle before pulling down your mask and jumping into the portal as it closes.

Miguel's smile lingers on his face before seeing Peter B. Parker in his peripheral before he slung his arm around his shoulder and laughed. "Oh wow, you really love them huh? I can tell by the way you don't act like a raging monster when they're around." He jokes as Miguel just stares ahead, his demeanor was agitated. "Get off of me, Peter." He said with no emotion.

"Okay, not gonna risk getting my arm torn off today." He says, backing off from Miguel.

"Aw, seems like you're really in love, eh?" Hobie jokes and Gwen shoves him slightly.

"You're not helping, Hobie." Miles says anxiously.

"I'm not trying to." Hobie says in all seriousness.

"Okay, everyone out. We're done here. " Miguel says with his back turned to them and his hands on his hips.

"Let's leave before he changes his mind." Gwen whispers to the rest of them.

"If I have to do this again for any of you, it's gonna be the last time." Miguel warns as he points at them.

"Yes Miguel, we understand and we promise." Gwen says genuinely.

you were practically everything that Miguel wasn't in terms of personality

you were bubbly and happy all the time, while he was dark and mysterious. It was almost like a perfect balance between the two of you

when you first met, Miguel knew that you'd be a pain in the ass to him. Someone who was trying to be optimistic and look at the brighter side of everything? He could never deal with it.

You'd bring him food & coffee everyday, to which he'd complain about but then get upset when you'd jokingly take it away

"I brought you coffee and a pastry treat!" You happily walked over to him with a cup and bag in your hands.

"Don't you know how bad that food is for you?" He asks, not moving his eyes from the screen in front of him.

"Fine then, I'll go give it to someone else." You say as you begin to turn around but see a glowing, red web attach to your side and pull you around in a circle back to Miguel.

"No, these are mine." He says, grabbing the coffee and bag, his expression not changing in the slightest.

"I knew you liked them!" You laugh in victory.

You always try and get Miguel to take care of himself; you see how hard he overworks himself (you honestly believe he does it on purpose) and you try to get him to take breaks every now and then and keep reminding him to eat and drink water.

He acts like he's annoyed, but in reality, he's probably gotten so much better with you around.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't wait for you to walk into his space every morning and greet him with a large smile across your face.

Miguel realized how he felt about you when you didn't show up to greet him one morning. You were 10 minutes late to seeing him and he started tapping his toes in eagerness.

"Lyla, have you tracked the location on (Y/N)?" Miguel asked, holding his hands on his hips.

"Y'know, I get the whole idea of knowing where everyone is at all times is pleasing to you, but even I think it's a bit weird to be spying on people like that." Lyla joked as she stared at her nails.

"It's not spying; (Y/N) is late." Miguel says.

"Oh! (Y/N)? As in, the (Y/N) that you seem to find 'unbearable' and 'hard to work with'? You worried about them?" She laughs as she glitches closer to his shoulder.

"They aren't usually late." He tries to justify himself but Lyla won't give up.

"Oh yeah sure, I'm sure you think about that to everyone else who's late to your nonexistent meeting." She smirks as Miguel scowls at her.

Then, you swing your way into the room, causing both Miguel and Lyla to turn their heads towards you.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it, Have fun living in denial, buddy!" Lyla says before saluting him and disappearing.

Miguel let that memory sit in his thoughts for a while. Was he really that worried over 10 minutes? Realization finally hit him and it crushed him. He tried his best to avoid you, in hopes that he would never hurt you or snap at you for any reason and didn't want to ruin anything like he did before.